Friday, January 11, 2019

The Altar Of Memory Comments

Rating: 5.0

Memory's a dark glass held to the lips
Drink it, it turns to ice

It's a mad March hare, boxing shadows
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Sheena Blackhall
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Kumarmani Mahakul 11 January 2019

Memory's glass becomes the dark during death. But when life comes in renewal then this glass becomes bright. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned..10

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